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I’m taking this class?
    “What do you want to do? Got any dreams of your own? Or are they all Mom and Dad’s?”
    I shrug my shoulders, turning up the radio and ignoring her comment. I don’t like being called out on things. This girl has a habit of doing that.
    Becca reaches over and turns off the radio. “Rude. If you don’t want to answer the question, just say, ‘I don’t want to answer the question’ and move on to a different subject.”
    “I’m rude? Look what you just said to me.”
    She slams back in her seat. “Pull over and let me out. I’d think I’d rather walk.”
    Just because I turned the radio up she’s all mad now? I do as she says and pull my car over, parking it on the side of the street. “Fine. Get out and walk, go ahead.”
    “Oh, my God, no. You did not just actually pull over to let me walk.” She spits at me. “What kind of guy does that?”
    “What the hell? You told me to.” What was I supposed to do? Drive her to school against her will? This is crazy. She stays put in my car, arms crossed, pissed off as all hell at me for doing what she told me to do. “So, should I continue driving to school?”
    “Yes, you should continue driving to school. I’m not actually gonna walk,” she huffs. Her arms stay crossed. I drive off and after a few minutes of silence, she starts talking again. “I hate the way you treat girls.”
    “I didn’t mean it.” I don’t even know exactly what I ‘didn’t mean.’ I wasn’t even that bad just now. I do treat girls like shit. I always have. They’ve always let me. Even my mom has always put up with an enormous amount of shit from me. I don’t know where I get it from, since my dad isn’t like this. “I didn’t mean to offend you,” I say.
    “Pfft.” She lets out a noise, making sure I know she’s still aggravated. “I want to like you, but I gotta tell you, you make it hard.”
    “Well, I want you to like me, too. I know I certainly like you.” The words just sort of come out on their own. Almost in the same way I would deliver a line to a girl. Only this time I mean what I said. Aidan pops into my head. I shouldn’t feel guilty. I said ‘like.’ No harm in the word ‘like.’
    “Maybe I overreacted. Let’s just forget it.” She stares out the window. I keep the radio turned down.
    “I don’t know what I want to do, what my dreams are. But it’s not accounting. What about you? Is your dream Art History?” I try and make up for ignoring her before.
    “No.” Her laugh brings a smile to my face. “I like Art. All kinds. I’m taking a bunch of Art classes this semester. But I’m not exactly sure what my dreams are yet, either.”
    “Know what I would do if I could? At least for now? Bartend,” I say with a chuckle. “It’s not that ambitious and my parents would probably freak out, but I think it would be fun. I think I’d be good at it, too.” I shake an imaginary cocktail in the air.
    “Then you should do it. See if some place around here is willing to train you. Or else take a bartending class. If you’re serious, maybe I can talk to my friend Jordyn. Her dad owns Twisted, the bar by our house. I’m gonna see her today so I can ask.”
    “Okay, yeah. Thanks. That’d be great.” I park the car and walk around to Becca’s side to walk with her. I’m not sure how long I’ll have to walk with her before she needs to go off in a different direction. “I’m sorry about before. If you want a ride home I can give you my number so you can send me a text when your class is done and I’ll bring you home.” This is odd behavior for me. But I actually care about how she feels and what she thinks of me. I don’t think I ever have before.
    She takes out her phone to add my number and over her shoulder I see two familiar faces walking towards us. Two faces I’d like to just ignore: Ashley Simons and her goon boyfriend, Patrick Daniels. I don’t expect them to acknowledge me since neither of them is a big